Title: Cable’s First Halloween
Gift For: sparklybee
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Deadpool, Cable, Cyclops
Labels: Fluff.
Warnings: none
A/N: Apologies in advance for any OOCness…I know next-to-nothing about both Cable and Deadpool
“You are a sad, strange, person,” Nathan Summers commented as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. “I cannot believe I am letting you do this to me….and dressed as a sheep, no less.”
“Oh, come on, sport! It’ll be fun!” Deadpool pirouetted in front of the mirror. “I look so wonderful in this dress, don’t I?”
“You’re wearing a slutty Bo-Peep outfit over your normal clothing, a blonde wig that a drag queen would find too over the top, and you’ve dressed me in enough fake sheep’s wool that I look like a fuzzy marshmallow. I think my sense of dignity has quit in protest.”
“Now, now, it’s not so bad. And you make such a cute sheep….look at those little fuzzy ears! I bet you’ll be the cutest trick-or-treater out there!”
“Certainly the most embarrassed.”
“Come on, Nate! You missed out on trick-or-treating as a kid…time to live a little! It’s an American rite of passage, after all!” Deadpool’s expression grew softer. “My mom always liked to take me trick-or-treating…back when I was a kid.”
The unexpected admission had the desired effect: Nathan gave in. “Okay, okay. Fine.”
Deadpool grabbed Nathan and two garishly patterned pillowcases, ushering him out the door. “You’re gonna love this!”
An hour later, Nathan was hating it. The oohs and ahs of “how cute!” were really getting on his nerves. On the other hand, the odd looks Wade was getting almost made up for it. At least he’d gotten plenty of candy. He concentrated on that, and engrossed in the several pounds of sugar-laden sweets…who in their right mind would name a candy Butterfinger?!? He failed to notice what door they were walking up to until it was too late.
Deadpool poked him. “Trick-or-treat!”
The door opened. “My, aren’t you - what the hell?!?”
Nathan looked up. A very confused Scott Summers (dressed as Brad Majors), still holding a bag of Snickers bars, was staring openmouthed at the two of them.
“Uh…hi?”
“Hey there, Scotty-boy! Halloween wouldn’t be complete without taking lil Nate here to show his daddy his costume, would it?”
THUMP! Scott Summers was down for the count.
“I am going to kill you,” Nathan said through gritted teeth.
“Love you too, buddy!”